An octogenarian mystic interacts with an ever evolving(devolving ?) world, truly peering through a glass darkly. The author confronts poetry and prose, poverty and plenty, privilege and the body politic. This book serves not as a polemic but as a gestation and birth these of late life insights from a man who has lived many lives, seen many signs, learned the gnostic, the occult, the profound and the profane. Sloan presents to us the reality of our existence- man is both capable of the sublime and the grotesque. This book is a confounding villanelle. 

"I am just going outside and may be some time..."